I wafted in, on the scent of the last of the cherry blossoms.
Everywhere were tiny elegances.
Even the urging toward civic-minded behaviour was done with grace, albeit an authoritarian grace.
These TwitPic images are ripped from my phone. I hope to assemble a wider composite of my adventures with a certain amount of help from from my flickry (which I’m still editing) and my friends’ lovely photos in the next few days.
ETA: looks like you can’t hotlink to TwitPics.

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Either they smoke enormous cigarettes, or they are a very very small people.
Giovanni’s last post was Earthquake
Actually, that reminds me: have you read David Sedaris’ When You’re Engulfed in Flames? It could be a good post-trip to Tokyo book.
Giovanni’s last post was Earthquake
I do enjoy David Sedaris (as prescribed by Stuff White People Like) so I shall look it out.
Since engulfed in flames makes me think of monster attacks, I can mention here that when I explained to some of my former students that bride + ゴジラ = Bridezilla, this made to them perfect sense.